This is a song about "Salvation army"

Unlike them other niggas, i got itt la-di-da-di, welcome to my house party

I am a one man army,already making him look sorry,hurting him so harshly

Goodwill or salvation army full of clothes,

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

So roll up the marley, my eyes all low up in this party

'cause i'm a monsta no one can stop me, not even the army.

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Behold the army i controlled, excelling by tenfold.

Wic, goodwill, salvation army, thrift shops, and powdered milk,

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

And my hadukid is watch how i do them, see

Fuckin' with kiddo, the one man army

Dressed better than armani, more strength than our army!

So i still be on that yard with a philly of that marley

We must look more at salvation, inspiration, and variation,

And i got a girlfriend so i'm a keep lying until the verse end, fin